Horizon Ridge I Never Had

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There was in undercurrent of a command in Gavriil's words, even if the other male did not realize or intend for it that Ragnar did not, with any semblance, like; though the 'tell me' was weakly amended with 'if you are comfortable'. There was the urge to covet what was his and his alone in these posh lands, to keep it close to his heart as if it were a secret club if you didn't want anyone else joining, but to do so... To do so would be to disobey Odinn. Ragnar could not disobey his God. "There is much to tell," The Viking led on elusively, "much more than I could possibly tell you in the short amount of time the patrol will take." Not to mention, it depended upon what Gavriil desired to know. "Are you sure you truly want to know? My customs are savage, and not widely accepted here." Not that, in truth, that stopped Ragnar from continuing his way of life. He wasn't about to bow down and change simply because he was no longer in Odinn's Cove. So long as Gavriil remained sure that he wanted to learn about what it meant to be a Viking, Ragnar would oblige and speak of his gods and customs to the other male as they walk their patrol.